It's Only You

“But I do,” Simona said breathlessly, rising to retrieve it from her purse sitting on his desk.

Hallelujah! She tore open the package and knelt in front of him. Donovan reached for it, but she shook her head, eyes glittering with mischief. She rolled it over his erection excruciatingly slow, driving him to the brink of insanity. Simona climbed onto his lap, her breasts at the perfect height. He cupped one in each hand and gently massaged the sweetly curved mounds, then lowered his head and captured a swollen nipple between his lips, tugging gently. He lifted her hips and guided her down on him with one smooth thrust.

“Yessss!”

She placed her hands on his shoulders, lifted her body until only the head of his shaft remained, then lowered herself gradually back down, gyrating in deliberate, insistent circles, repeating the cycle several times. Donovan threw his head back and groaned loudly. She kept up the maddening pace until he couldn’t take it anymore. He tightened his grip on her hips and drove up into her, pulling her down to meet his deep, forceful thrusts.

“Donovan, baby,” Simona gasped. She leaned back, braced one hand on his thigh and rode him hard and fast.

He swore hoarsely and grew even harder, his breathing harsh and uneven. She was trying to kill him. Intense heat radiated through his body, and he changed the tempo to prolong their pleasure. Without missing a beat, he rose from the sofa and placed her on the conference table, ready to act out his fantasy.

“Do you know how amazing you are?” He swiped his tongue across her nipple, and she cried out.

She returned the gesture. “Do you know how amazing you are?”

He smiled and started moving again. Soon his thrusts came faster, and she lifted her hips to match his fluid movements. Donovan draped her legs over his shoulders, planted his feet and pumped in and out of her, groaning from the extreme pleasure flowing through his body.

“More, Donovan. Please, don’t stop,” she chanted.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart.”

“Donovan!” Her walls clenched him tight as she convulsed all around him. Simona let out a high-pitched scream, and her back came up off the table.

Donovan withdrew, released her legs, turned her around and surged back inside her. Simona screamed again. He nearly lost control at the sight of her bent over his table, hair all wild, velvety brown skin glistening and those red shoes. He leaned down and rained kisses along her spine, then closed his eyes and started thrusting in long, deep strokes, delving deeper with each rhythmic push.

She did that hip swirl thing again, and he lost it. He stroked her harder and faster, and he felt her walls closing in on him as she came again. A rush of pleasure shot through his body and he exploded inside her, yelling her name. His body trembled violently, and his head fell forward limply as he took deep, shuddering breaths to try to force oxygen into his lungs.

When he could move, Donovan lifted Simona in his arms, carried her to the sofa and sat with her in his lap.

“You all right, baby?” he asked.

“Mmm,” she answered.

Donovan chuckled.

“What’s so funny?”

“You win. Good night,” he said tiredly. He felt her smile against his chest. As sleep claimed him, he murmured, “I love you, Simona.”

* * *

Simona’s head came up sharply. “What did you say?” Did he just say he loves me? “Donovan?” No answer. His chest rose and fell in measured rhythm. He had fallen asleep. She studied him as he slept, and noticed the tired lines etched in his handsome face. A smile curved her lips. She reached up and lightly traced his mouth and kissed him. “I love you, too.” Snuggling against his chest, she closed her eyes and drifted off.

Sometime later, she felt a gentle shake on her shoulder. Groaning, she mumbled, “What time is it?”

“Almost nine. But don’t worry, the cleaning crew doesn’t come in tonight,” Donovan added.

Good thing because there was no way she could be up and dressed in the next few minutes. Her body was stiff from the intense workout they’d had. She smiled contentedly.

“What are you smiling about?”

She sat up. “How did you know I was smiling?”

“I could feel it.”

“I was just thinking about earlier.”

“Woman, I’m going to have to ban you from my office,” he said, shaking his head. “I don’t know how I’m ever going to get any work done because after tonight, every time I step foot in here, I’ll be thinking about you and these shoes.” He lifted her foot.